there’s a lot going on here. i see black cats in our shadows. i’m sorry about the ladder i left out. i think i’m asking for trouble. at least then i have an excuse.

it gets dark before it should now. all my lighters were stolen last week, and last night i forgot i can’t see past unmarked tombstones. last night i tried to put out the flames. i don’t think we’ll ever be the same.

i’m gutting myself. i mean im unbuilding. i mean if you see my radio in a new car somewhere it will still be singing your name and that’s fucked up.

the river in our city used to be my favourite place. now it just makes my hands shake. you see, this is where you loved me once. you see, this is where i realized it. i still feel your lips on my cheek here. i’m just way too good at keeping promises, don’t you see?

there’s an empty that fills. there’s a lot of graves that never get dug. you and i are a boat that we’re pretending hasn’t sunk.

here is a joke: i love you and the sky comes undone and when i say “it’s falling” you say “so don’t look up”

here is the punchline: the train still killed me even though i saw it coming. i still find tracks in my teeth.

i want mornings i don’t pick gravel out of sore places. i want mornings that don’t feel like death sentences. i want mornings that feel like open books.

i’ve had the same bruise on my leg for four weeks now. i think you’ve been calling me in your sleep. i think i’ve been running to you in my dreams.

so here’s the question: how do i stop falling?

—  collab between the wonderful @inkskinned and i.

“I wouldn’t be makin’ fun of anyone’s ears if I were you, pointy,” Gimli said peaceably.


“That’ll teach you to mock a Dwarf’s height,” Gimli said, and he grinned again.

“Pointy,” Legolas said under his breath, scowling, and one of his hands surreptitiously crept up to finger the sharp tip of his ear.

a scene from @determamfidd‘s Sansûkh

anonymous asked:

I've been told I don't really smile. But I was checking out your art and my dad asked what I was smiling about, and when I didn't show him, he demanded to see because it made me smile. So, thanks... I guess, that's what I wanna say. For helping me smile.

!!!! ohmygosh??? you’re very welcome!! I’m so glad that my art could help you smile, I hope you have a wonderful day !!

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I'm already lying several days in my bed and don't feeling well but your baby Lance gif just made my day. Thank you :)

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punishandenslavesuckers submitted:

In another universe, Agent South, Iota is yours and she outlines the world in scar tissue and neon light and universe comes into your head but only pieces of it, only the things you’ve never noticed, South. The way your brother looks away from you when you say something, the pressure of his teeth biting the inside of his lip, how his hands curl and his mouth pulls just a little before he says, “South…” and, this time, before he finishes you say, “I’m sorry, North.”

And you mean it.

In this universe Washington gets Eta and nothing happens at all. Absolutely nothing happens to Agent fucking Washington. He admits that when Eta runs algorithms it makes him sneeze and that is literally the only side effect he reports. He’s a marked success of the Freelancer program and you, South, you see the thing that no one else is seeing, the thing that is bleeding and dying in the middle of this fucking program you see… Maine. You see him and, see, the thing is you have never looked at Maine. Ever.

Iota doesn’t talk much, but when Maine passes you in the hall she says, Do you see?

And you do. Maine is burning; he’s a pillar of flame and shadow and he sits in the locker room and he gets headaches and he deals with his headaches and then sometimes he doesn’t deal at all and he sits there, burning, and no one says anything, no one saying a single goddamn thing and he is – looking up at you.

“Hey, Maine.”

He stares at you.

“Are you okay?”

He stares at you.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.”

He stares at you.

“Are you okay? I’m not gonna go until you nod or something. Can you nod?”

He doesn’t nod.

“Okay. Then… I’m gonna just sit here next to you on this bench. And I’m just gonna… yeah. Sit. Sitting is good.” See? says Iota, softly, quietly. Do you see? “Just gonna be right here for a bit. Until you’re feeling better. Okay?” Maine is not burning anymore. He’s just looking at you, head tilted. “Okay.”


Oh my goodness that was everything that I wanted from that after reading the first paragraph.

That was really good.

Thank you.

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